George R. R. Martin Quotes

Yes, go on. Leave. You're always coming and going. The rest of us are stuck here. Do you think he'd still love you if he knew who you are? He doesn't really care—only when it suits him.

I felt like they only cared about what I could do for them, not what they could do for me.

It may be a cold, clammy thing to say, but those that treat friendship the same as any other selfishness seem to get the most out of it.

People may oppose you, but when they realize you can hurt them, they'll join your side.

Promise everything to anyone, unless clear obligation prevents it. Only live up to those promises which are of advantage to you.

If you cash in on people, then they aren't your friends.

Approaching people looking for something in return isn't a relationship, it's a transaction.

What men call friendship is no more than a partnership, a mutual care of interests, an exchange of favors - in a word, it is a sort of traffic, in which self-love ever proposes to be the gainer.

No, my dear, I'm not in love with you, no more than you are with me, and if I were, you would be the last person I'd ever tell. God help the man who ever really loves you. You'd break his heart, my darling, cruel, destructive little cat who is so careless and confident she doesn't even trouble to sheathe her claws.

I'll be there for you, as long as it works for me. I play a game, its called insincerity.

Do anything but love; or if thou lovest and art a woman, hide thy love from him whom thou dost worship; never let him know how dear he is; flit like a bird before him; lead him from tree to tree, from flower to flower; but be not won, or thou wilt, like that bird, when caught and caged, be left to pine neglected and perish in forgetfulness.

I'll just love you whether you want me to or not.

I remember one time I tried to pity this fool. He told me his name was Jeff. He was married. He pulled out his wallet and showed me three pictures of his kids; Kelly, Robert, Brittany. Real cute kids. Don't get too close man. It's hard to pity a fool if you get too close.

No, it was honest," said Harry. "One of the only honest things you've said to me. You don't care whether I live or die, but you do care that I help you convince everyone you're winning the war against Voldemort.

..all I left with was the magnitude of my mistake, of my missing you. And I have to watch you from this distance, watch you achieve your dreams, live what seemed like this perfect life.

She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.

She fell asleep, lying there, her hand clasping his. Her last awareness, before she surrendered the responsibility of consciousness, was the sense of an enormous void, the void of a city and of a continent, where she would never be able to find the man whom she had no right to seek.

People will love you and support you when it's beneficial.

If you're doing well, you're a target, nobody's interested in you except how you can be of use to them.

People love you when you're successful, but if you're not, who really cares about you?

We're in a battle for our lives for things that really matter to us. There's a shell game going on like I've never seen before.

Vladimir: Did I ever leave you? Estragon: You let me go.

She wanted nothing that he could offer her, except perhaps his absence.

People tend to forget that my presence runs counter to their best interests. And it always does. That is one last thing to remember. Writers are always selling somebody out.

If you have reasons to love someone, you don’t love them.